Fear Can Turn To Love

By Ange Black

Disclaimer: I own don't Harry Potter or Phantom of the Opera.

"Fear can turn to love - you'll learn to see,

to find the man behind the monster: this ...

repulsive carcass, who seems a beast, but secretly dreams of beauty, secretly, secretly…"

-I Remember/Stranger Than You Dreamt it

Phantom of the Opera

(A/N: Sorry for not explaining the "month to find a suitable wizard to marry or else she'd have to marry the one the ministry picked". This is what happens: both are sent the letter before the month (just some kind of official thing, it really means before the court date), they have that time before their court date (It's just right before Jan 1st) to find a suitable which or wizard. For example, let's say that Draco got back together with Pansy and proposed, they'd be engaged with a ring so the ministry really couldn't break them up and Hermione would be paired with someone else if she couldn't find a wizard to marry. Same with Hermione and another wizard. The reason why the Minstry doesn't know about the betroughal between Pansy and Draco is because their parents never reported it and there was no Unbreakable Vow involved. Also, the reason that a name is given before the court date is because this gives the addressee of the letters time to get together with this person to get to know them before they try to appeal. Sorry if I confused anyone! Just email me if you have any more questions!)

PLEASE NOTE: This chapter is a bit racy. It has some conversation between some characters that includes the subject of sex, although it's pretty much kind of gossip and girl talk. If you are offended by this kind of content, please stop reading after the word "sex". You won't miss anything after that.

Chapter Five:

When Hermione awoke, she saw two brown eyes staring at her. It took her eyes a second to adjust to the light and realize that they belonged Molly, Harry's daughter.

"Mummy!" she yelled into the kitchen. "Ms. Hermione's awake!"

Hermione sat up and rubbed her head, she had a massive headache that felt like she had had a giant crack on the top of her skull. After a few minutes of rubbing, Hermione stood up and straggled in to the kitchen, where Molly and Lilly where finishing up their breakfast. Ginny was busy at the sink using her wand to wash the dishes.

"Good morning!" greeted Ginny. Ginny picked up a cup of coffee from the counter and handed it to her friend.

"Thanks." Said a grateful Hermione. She took the cup from Ginny and took a long swig. "Where's Harry?"

"Bah!" exclaimed Ginny. "That Minster of ours wanted him in the office for a meeting at 8 o'clock! On a Sunday too! Something about a former Death-Eater making death threats."

Hermione looked at the time clock in the room and saw that it was 11 am. She then looked at the other clock that showed Harry's portrait at the position that read work.

"So he's not off playing Quidditch with Ron again?" Hermione said. Ginny took offence to this comment, considering that Harry had once blown off an "alone" dinner by saying he had to go to work. He had actually went off to the Burrow to play Quidditch with Ginny's brothers. Ginny had found out about the fib when the twins came home from the Burrow, saying that Harry had taught them how to fly on toy broomsticks. Harry had spent the rest of the week sleeping in the guest bedroom.

"Of course not!" Ginny bursted out. "Unless he bewitched the clock…"

With the word clock, Harry's portrait spun to the word traveling and his head appeared in the fireplace.

"Hey." Said a gloomy Harry. "Has the post come yet, Ginny?"

Ginny nodded her hand and went over to the table where Hedwig had laid earlier that morning, picked it up and carried it over to the fireplace.

"Is the Daily Prophet there?" asked Harry. Ginny fingered through the mail and found the morning Prophet.

"Harry." Ginny said. "Why is he keeping you so long?"

Harry sighed.

"Well." He started. "A former Death Eater had someone make the comment "kill her" in his home. So Scrimgeour is making Barb Ellis and I investigate the comment and look through his apartment. We're still trying to get the warrant."

Ginny frowned and put the Prophet in Harry's mouth with tongs. With a nod and a "'ove-yah", Harry's head disappeared and his portrait went back to the word work. Ginny turned back to the counter, this time placing a plate of pancakes before Hermione. Hermione put a bit of syrup on her pancakes and began to eat.

"Mommy." Said Molly after a few minutes. "I'm finished."

Ginny came back to the table to collect Molly and Lilly's plates and take them back to the sink.

"Molly, why don't you go feed Snuffles? And Lilly, why don't you go out and fed the rabbits?" Ginny asked.

"Done." Both girls said at the same time.

"Daddy fed Snuffles." Said Molly.

"And we fed the rabbits before breakfast." Lilly finished.

"Well then why don't you go prepare the guest bedroom?" Ginny asked. "Grandma and Grandpa are coming over and…"

"Grandma?" said a terrified Lilly. Molly just sunk in to the cushion of her chair in fear. Ginny had a very disbelieving face when she saw Molly, the twin who had taken on a gnome when she a two, cowering.

"Now you girls!" exclaimed Ginny. "I told you that the stories that Uncle Fred and Uncle George tell you about your grandmother are not true! She does NOT put puffskins in her chocolate chip cookies!"

Hermione snorted, which caused Ginny to look at her dangerously.

"Now off you go! Your grandparents are staying for a week! They need clean sheets to sleep on! They need fresh soap in the bathroom! They need…"

"Girls." Hermione interrupted. "Listen to your mother."

Hermione ushered the girls out of the room and up the stairs, once she was sure the girls couldn't hear her, Hermione started laughing hysterically.

"Now stop it!" Ginny exclaimed as she walked in to the living room. "You're just as bad as Harry, if not worse!"

"Is that really what Fred and George tell them?" asked Hermione.

"Yes." Ginny replied. Hermione burst out laughing again. Ginny gave Hermione a disapproving look. "And you haven't even heard the worst one!"

"What is it?" asked Hermione.

Ginny sat down on the living room's leather sofa and said:

"They say that Mum almost baked them in to a pie when they were newborns."

"Whoa." Said Hermione. "That one's kind of scary." Hermione sank down into the sofa next to Ginny and looked at the family portrait above the fireplace.

For a few minutes there was silence, just silence. Not awkward, just a "nice to have some quiet time" silence. The silence was rudely interrupted when Lilly thundered back downstairs to collect the clean sheets off the clothesline outside in the garden.

"LILLY!" screeched Ginny. "Don't run down the stairs!" Hermione noticed that Ginny was becoming more like her mother day by day.

A few more minutes of silence were shared until Ginny stood up.

"Hermione, I want to talk to you." Said Ginny.

"Um, okay…" Ginny grabbed Hermione by the wrists and led her upstairs and into Harry's home office. The light yellow paint was nearly covered up by a large map of the world with pins as locations stuck in it and random pictures of people. On in particular caught her eye, Draco Malfoy. Even though he wasn't wanted, Harry was still supposed to keep an eye on him, although it was Hermione's understanding that he really didn't.

Ginny sat Hermione down on a chair next to the computer (a gift from Ginny's father that her mother had never approved of) and Ginny sat down in the chair next to the fireplace.

"So what do you want to talk to me about?" asked Hermione, while picking up a framed picture of the Potter family on vacation in Peru to examine it.

"Sex…" whispered Ginny.

Hermione nearly dropped the glass frame, and when she looked back at it, Harry was hugging the girls, who were scared out of their minds, and Ginny was rocking the baby. Both of her friends in the picture looked very peeved at her. This was when Ginny took the frame from her and set it back on the desk.

"Listen, Ginny, I've had this talk from my parents, McGonagall and…"

"Wait." Interrupted Ginny. " McGonagall gave YOU the talk. Why?"

McGonagall had discovered Hermione and Ron snogging in the hall closet during their Prefect duty. Almost all of Hermione's garments had been removed. It was not one of Hermione's best memories of the Headmistress.

"Ask your brother." Replied Hermione.

"Ewww!" Ginny squealed. "Don't want to know. TMI. Anyway, don't change the subject, have you ever done it?"

Hermione rubbed her head thinking about how she could get out of this talk. She had had the talk twice, and one was usally the norm.

"Um." She started. "Yes."

"Have you ever had…"

"Listen Ginny." Hermione said irritably. "I really don't want to have the talk for the third time, especially now that I'm twenty-seven and also…"

"Have you ever had an orgasm?" asked Ginny, this time, Hermione had no chance to interrupt her.

"Yes." Hermione groaned. "May I leave now?"

Ginny studied Hermione irritated face for a few moments.

"Funny. Always thought you'd be the type to save yourself for marriage." Ginny commented. This made Hermione a bit angry.

"So you think I'm a goody-two-shoes now?" Hermione asked gruffly.

(A/N: I have no idea how you write goody-two-shoes, but I think that everyone knows what I'm talking about.)

"No." Laughed Ginny. Hermione noticed that Ginny saw it as some sort of joke. "It's just unexpected for a Head Girl like you."

"Well what about Harry? He was Head Boy, and I know for a fact that he did not save himself because the day after you two moved in together, you nearly made my eardrums explode with your giggling." Stated Hermione. Ginny giggled under her breath.

"Harry's different." Ginny started. "You seem to have a better head on your shoulders. Anyway, again, no changing the subject. Did you give it to Ted?"

"No actually." Said Hermione. "Although I won't say whom because you'd probably be really grossed out."

It took Ginny a minute to realize that Hermione had meant Ginny's brother, Ron.

"EWWWWWWWW!" exclaimed Ginny. "Nastiness." Hermione was finally able to find humor in this talk.

"You, little missy, were the one to bring it up." Hermione said gleefully. "Anyway, you're younger than me, why should you be the one to give me the talk? Or at least try to."

"Well Hermione, I mean. No offence, but I have a lot more experience in the love department and I was just thinking that maybe you would want to talk about you… and Malfoy…"

Hermione clasped her head in to the palm of her head again. She had totally forgotten the whole Malfoy marrage thing.

"Thanks for making me remember." Hermione said with a face that looked she was about to cry.

"I'm sorry." Said Ginny, looking very sorry she had said anything at all about him. "I'd just thought you'd want to talk. That's all."

Hermione was just about to say something when Lilly interrupted again with the phone (another one of Mr. Weasley's gifts that his wife had not approved of) in her hand.

"Mommy." She started. "Mr. Ted is on the phone for Ms. Hermione."

Ginny nodded and Lilly handed Hermione the phone.

"Hello?"